He stayed in the castle for another week to observe her closely, and only moved out after confirming everything was fine.
…
An Jin woke to the morning glow the next day. The warm, golden sunlight shone gently on her pale, weak face. Ugh, a bit bright. She weakly raised an arm to shield her half-lidded eyes.
"Jin'er..." Hearing the movement, Mi Yin's low voice called out from beside her.
She tilted her head and looked over.
"..." She tried to open her chapped, pale lips, but her hoarse throat could only manage a few syllables.
As if reading her mind, Ling Hong quickly poured her some warm water, brought it to her lips, and helped her drink.
An Jin felt like a dying fish revived by a long-awaited downpour. She was finally alive again. "Ah, that was horrible..." Her voice was still hoarse. She shifted her body and found it a bit sore, but the worst part was having no strength.
"Where are the cubs?"
